Ye gods.
Being only vaguely familiar (I have a first-cousin Üwe who loooooves his beer and sausage; he’s 100% right-off-the-boat German stock), I had to go look up the facts about gout just to grok what the heck it’s all about. I already knew that Üwe had those beers/rich meats as triggers.
Wow. So many nerve endings in human feet, too.
Then I looked up countermeasures, because I knew most Official Medical Science says there’s no cure for gout. The “avoid these triggers” list is a rogue’s gallery of all the tasty stuff that makes life… tasty. Dang! Life is full of veritable landmines, no?
For a while, I was trying to dodge coffee (I had suspected it was a trigger for my migraines), drinking either DandyBlend (on tap at my chiropractor’s–not bad!) or Raja’s Cup (expensive!–moreso than even good coffee; it tastes ok). I also tried this by Teecino, also not bad. Not great, but not bad. Then I’d go look for an electric socket to jolt myself awake the rest of the way, just like Dr. Lizardo in Buckaroo Banzai.
I kid. I kid. But…
On other thing comes to mind, and I don’t know if it’s all that helpful. Long ago I had a boyfriend who had to take prednisone (daily) for his asthma. He used to take the edge off with pot brownies. Keeping in mind that THC etc. etc. tends to affect one more strongly in stuff like baked goods, it was typical for him to nibble, bite by bite, on brownies, all day long, just enough to keep him from being a snarling 'roid victim. He sometimes would set a timer to ensure timed doses, and he’d cut the brownies up into uniform bites, ~1" cubes. His self-discipline to not simply gobble down the entire brownie pan was pretty admirable–it took a lot for me to not want to gobble down a big slice myself! Obviously smoking pot was out of the question, since his lungs were already compromised by his asthma.
Obviously if you’re involved in the kind of work that precludes this type of self-medicating, this is of no help. And if they drug-test at your workplace, that goes double. I know you’re in San Francisco these days. Maybe the job climate there is more tolerant.
Good luck Sir. Keep breathin’ and stay away from those blutwursts, I suppose.
; - )